Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Her arms, shoulder armor, and chest turned into particles layer by layer, until only a soul stone remained on the ground.

The Chaos Warriors were also attacked.

A Black Legion veteran had just cut down an Eldar guard when he was shot through the chest from the side by an Undead Immortal.

The demon engine lunged at the necromancer array, only to be torn to pieces by Gauss's firepower.

The third mooring ring becomes a three-way battlefield.

The Eldar wanted to protect their homeland.

Chaos wanted to widen the breach, search for the Soul Stone, and get closer to its target.

The necromancer wants to clear away all obstacles and locate the stolen artifacts.

Slaanesh took advantage of the chaos to harvest souls.

The Dark Eldar continued to emerge from the rifts in the web, abducting those who were left behind.

This is the scene that Lysani saw when she led the last few Crimson Moon riders into the inner ring of the mooring ring.

A ghostly guard had half its body sliced ​​off by a necromancer Gaussian beam, yet it still managed to lift the ghostly cannon and blast a demonic engine to pieces.

A Chaos Space Marine and two Necromancers simultaneously charged toward a Soulstone recycling bin.

Leisani wanted to take it back.

She accelerated through the three, the Storm Serpent's flanks almost scraping the ground. She grabbed the handle of the Soul Stone Recycling Box and used the momentum to drag it away from the battlefield.

The necromancer turned and fired, a green beam slicing off the tail of her aircraft. The Chaos Warrior hurled a chain axe at her, which grazed her helmet and embedded itself in the wall.

There are at least twenty soul stones in the recycling bin.

Those were more than twenty people from the tribe.

She must take them back to the ancestral temple.

"Lessani!" Horace's voice rang out, "Don't go in alone!"

Suddenly, a purple light appeared in the passage ahead.

A Slaanesh demon emerged from behind the broken archway, its limbs long and thin, its twin blades dripping with psionic energy.

It looked at the soul stone on her chest, at the recycling bin she was dragging, and its tongue darted out from its split mouth.

Lysani gripped the control handle tightly.

The Storm Serpent was severely damaged.

Star Dart Cannon has one last round left.

Behind her were the undead and chaos locked in battle.

Ahead lies the demon Slaanesh.

She pressed the Soulstone of Saen deeper into her chest, and then she fired.

A hail of star darts rained down on the demon's face.

The demon dodged half of the shrapnel to the side, but the other half struck its shoulder and neck. It laughed and lunged at her.

Leisani spurred her motorcycle and sped off.

She ejected at the last moment before the impact.

The Storm Serpent crashed into the demon's arms, causing its engine to overload and explode.

She tumbled through the air, landing with a sharp pain in her left leg. She got up, drew her long sword from her waist, and dragged the Soul Stone Recycling Box as she continued running towards the Ancestral Spirit Hall.

The demon was still alive amidst the smoke from the explosion behind him.

It wobbled to its feet.

At that moment, a green Gaussian beam shot from the side, directly severing half of the demon's body.

The undead immortals marched out of the passage in a line.

Despite her leg injury, Lysani dragged the recycling bin into a side corridor.

For the first time, she felt that even the ruthlessness of the dead was easier to bear than the gaze of Slaanesh.

…………

Ilancia has been living on Vigilant Star for two months.

Cornerstone-7429 always followed her.

His execution was so precise it was almost annoying: wherever she went, he was half a step ahead.

She approached an unauthorized node, and he stood in her way. She asked to go to a certain planet, he confirmed her permissions, deployed a stasis field, and sent her there directly.

There was no explanation or discussion whatsoever throughout the entire process.

Like a wall with legs.

The amount of translation work that Lawson has been assigning her has decreased significantly recently.

At first, she thought that Lawson had lost interest, or that the T-series assassins had encountered a bottleneck in the underlying code of the network.

Later, when she was temporarily reassigned to interpret several sets of coordinate fragments, she gleaned another possibility from the calibration precision of the fragments.

She is becoming less necessary.

With less work, she had more time to move around.

Earlier, Lawson had shown her the reconstruction of Vigilant Star, the Agrippina Shipyard, and how the Cornerstone Sequence replaced an entire old Imperial bureaucracy within seventy-two hours.

That time, he displayed the results to her one by one, like a trophy, shattering her contempt for the human empire with facts.

This time, no one took her.

She walked by herself.

With a critical eye, and with the arrogance that the Eldar have almost written into their genes regarding humanity.

In the Castis reconstruction zone, children learn literacy, refuge, basic mechanics, and imperial common sense in temporary education pods.

Portraits of emperors hung on the walls, and the lessons were filled with human wariness and prejudice against aliens.

Ilancia scoffed, but the children had hot food, bathwater, medicine, family registration forms, and missing relatives tracking forms.

Imperial commoners, hot food, bathwater.

These three things appearing in the same sentence suggest that, in her perception, the empire was approaching a luxury.

She has visited most of the 318 planets in the Agrippina Sector.

Order, order is everywhere.

A rigid, utilitarian order with a suffocating desire for control.

But it does make people live more like human beings.

If the Eldar could do that too.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she suppressed it.

Saim-Han had its own clan, its own prophets, and its own ancestral temple.

Eldar do not need to learn from humans.

But she couldn't stop herself from thinking about something else.

If Saim-Han could also possess such a massive, ruthless, and continuously functioning logistical capability; if the losses of each clan could be quickly replenished, and if soulstone recovery, warrior healing, fleet repair, and civilian evacuation could be covered by layers of contingency plans like the foundational sequence.

Perhaps the Eldar won't feel like they're sawing their own bones in every battle.

She spent most of the day at a newly built shipyard on the outskirts of Agrippina, watching human workers sweat profusely as they worked to complete an order 24 seconds ahead of schedule.

After get off work, the workers would crowd into the tavern, bragging, cursing at each other, and spilling alcohol on their fellow workers.

Rough, short-lived, noisy, but alive.

Cornerstone-7429 sent her from the dock back to the Vigilant Star Commandery.

Lawson sat on a high seat, holding a coffee in his left hand and a tactical tablet in his right, reading a report thicker than the entire political affairs of an average imperial nobleman's lifetime.

When Ilancia walked in, his eyes didn't leave the report; he only slightly raised his eyelids.

"You're back, little bean sprout."

"Your manners training still hasn't improved."

Lawson took a sip of his coffee: "You can understand human speech, I've already been very polite."

Ilancia was no longer angered by such words.

Lawson treats everyone like that.

In contrast, the phrase "little bean sprout" suggests that he is in a good mood.

What she was really concerned about was something else. She glanced at the tactical board in his hand, which was angled towards her so that she could see the star chart markings at the edge.

just?

There is no such thing as "just right" when it comes to doing things.

"Another Chaos fleet is detouring around the warning star?"

"The fourteenth branch."

Lawson turned a page of the report: "I put a fake bait at the top of the tower. They smelled it and turned away, but then they didn't dare to come in."

Ilancia had heard about those baits.

The fact that the Chaos fleet preferred to take a longer route rather than get close shows that Lawson's deterrent power on the Chaos side had reached an absurd level.

She had intended to return to her temporary residence to organize her dock notes.

"Little bean sprouts".

Lawson's voice came up from behind: "I just received some intelligence, I wonder if you'd be interested."

"Not interested."

"It's related to your ethnic group."

Her back stiffened for a moment.